Novel & Cerita Backrooms Level 4

“This is it.” Cash takes his hand and pushes against it, popping the door completely from it's hinges. He catches it and tosses it down the abandoned hallway. Looking through the opening, rickety stairs lead down into a creepy dark room. I straighten my back and steel my resolve before I walk carefully down the stairs. Despite how narrow the stairs are, Mason and Cash manage to flank me, one on each side. As I get closer to the bottom, I begin to smell the smell. Blood, rot and death are overpowering.

Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."

A soft female voice said flirtatiously, "The plan for Tommy's organ transplant fell through. You need to come up with another plan…" "We'll have to wait until things settle down first. I'll take care of it, so you don't have to worry. Tommy's my son, after all…" The female voice let out a soft giggle. Then, there were more of those lewd, obscene noises coming from the room… The veins on Elias' face bulged. He kicked the bedroom door open forcefully. Gabriel and Larissa were naked, and they had their bodies pressed against each other… The two of them were shocked when they saw us entering the room. They hurriedly pulled on something to cover their bodies.

It reached up and ripped a turret out of the ceiling, crushing it in one hand. It wasn't fighting. It was cleaning. "It's here for me," I realized. "It's an assassination." I turned and ran. Not ran. Hobbled. Fast. I keyed my comms. "Jace! Vent the atmosphere on Level 40! Open the external airlocks!" "Sir, you're on Level 40!" "Do it!" THE VACUUM The airlocks blew open. The air inside the Spire roared out into the night. Papers, furniture, and debris flew toward the windows.

] But a quick refresh showed it had been deleted. Joyce texted me: [Andrea is a coward, wiping my comment like that. Smart move ditching that mess.] Then, she shifted gears. [So, how is life in the love nest with Levi?] My cheeks heated as I met Levi's amused glance, warmth spreading to my ears. That night, I bolted awake. Levi enveloped me instantly, his brow furrowed with concern. "Nightmare?" He gently dabbed the sweat from my forehead. "You were mumbling in your sleep, 'Don't abandon me. Don't shove me.' What's haunting you?"

The pain in my head and stomach made me very unbearable, and slowly my eyes felt very heavy and started to close. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I said before my eyes completely closed. "Amber, wake up, Amber." Why do I feel something shaking my body? Didn't I die, and now that I'm in the hospital, will my womb survive in the end?

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.

Lucius barked, leading us down the narrow, forgotten service stairwells of the eastern wing. The air grew progressively colder as we descended, losing the polished scent of the upper administrative offices and turning into a damp, freezing draft that smelled of old stone, ozone, and a sickening, bitter chemical compound. It was a scent I had never smelled before, a synthetic static that made the hairs on my arms stand straight up. We navigated the maze of Sub-Level 3, sprinting past abandoned storage vaults until we reached the heavy, reinforced steel bulkhead doors that sealed off Sub-Level 4.

The screws were fake—magnetized—and the panel popped open when I pressed the right edge. I slipped inside. The air in the shaft was hot and stale. Metal grates stretched ahead of me like a tunnel to the past. I crawled forward, counting each junction. Five turns. Down two. The bottom floor. Sub-Level X. The vents here smelled wrong. Not just unwashed bodies or old tech. They smelled like death. Synthetic. Flat. Bloodless. I reached the final grate and peered through. The room beyond was massive—circular, sterile, and flooded with white light. Machines lined the walls, humming with artificial life. Tanks filled with clear fluid stood like sarcophagi. And inside those tanks…

Marcus's new strength tore it from its hinges, revealing a stairwell that descended into unnatural darkness. Level four was a laboratory—or had been. Equipment lay smashed, computers sparking, walls painted with silver blood in patterns that hurt to look at. "A fight," Marcus observed. "Recent." "Or an escape," I said, noting the claw marks leading from what looked like holding cells. Level five was different. Clean, sterile, untouched by the chaos above. The elevator at the end of the hall was modern, requiring both keycard and biometric scan. "Dead end," Marcus said.